Adonis’s POV

My brothers and I could hardly move on after watching and listening to Autumn. She walked away from us again, her eyes sharp with anger and her words like knives that cut straight through our hearts. Still, none of us dared to stop her. We just stood there, watching her go back to her room, carrying her pain like a shield we could not break through.

I hated the way she looked at us now. Not with love, not even with hatred alone, but with complete disbelief. It was now like we ...